Chapter 38: Scents and Shopping
(Damon’s POV)
Morning came too early, ripping the thin layer of sleep from my mind. My comm device vibrated insistently on the nightstand, demanding my attention like an unruly pup. I groaned, rolling over to snatch it up.
Seraphina. Of course.
Her message was brisk, reminding me of Esmeralda’s upcoming visit to that damned den they’d forced upon me. The reminder to shop for furniture was wrapped in clever, flowery language, but there was no mistaking the subtle expectation she laced through every word.
My wolf growled in irritation, the weight of her schemes grating against me. She would push about the marking ceremony soon enough. They all would.
I resisted the urge to toss the device across the room and instead sent a message to the only perso
